W-what?—Esmeralda’s hand paused mid-stroke on Elion’s throbbing cock, her confidence cracking for a split second.
She hadn’t thought she’d hear that sound coming out of Esmeralda’s lips, which was odd, given the situation. What was she supposed to do, remain silent the whole time?
But only Esmeralda and Ophelia knew why they would have such thoughts.
But Elion gave her no time to process, his right hand mirroring the left with brutal efficiency, plunging into the plush expanse of her massive ass cheek. His fingers sank deep into the yielding fat, burying up to the knuckles in the soft, jiggling flesh that overflowed in his grasp.
His middle finger, questing instinctively, brushed the puckered rim of her asshole before sliding lower, finding the slick entrance of her pussy instead.
He didn’t hesitate—pushing forward with raw strength, the finger breached her folds and delved inside, curling against the folds that clenched greedily around the intruding finger.
Sinful touch flared to life again, surging unchecked through the contact, igniting her nerves in a blaze that made her entire body seize and tremble.
"Ahhhh! Mmmm!" Ophelia moaned deeply, the sound torn from her throat against her will, her head snapping back as her neck arched, exposing the long column of her throat.
Oh God! What is this!? It feels so good!
Her hips bucked wildly, thighs quivering, her pussy spasming around his invading finger, as her hips trembled like a vibrating object.
But Elion, sensing the depth of his skill, which he had yet to test the full extent of since he for it, unleashed the full force of his sinful touch without mercy.
Ophelia’s eyes rolled back, her massive tits heaving as her body convulsed, the devastating pleasure overloading every synapse.
Her pussy contracted violently, and then she squirted, a powerful jet erupting from her depths in forceful arcs that splattered across Elion’s hand, soaking the curve of her own ass cheeks, streaming down her thick thighs, and pooling in a glistening puddle on the cold marble floor beneath them.
The spray kept coming in erratic bursts, her clit throbbing visibly as aftershocks wracked her frame, knees buckling until she slid down his body in a trembling heap, collapsing onto the ground with a soft thud, her huge breasts splaying out against the stone, ass still twitching from the echoes of release.
Elion broke the kiss with Esmeralda at last, pulling back with a sharp inhale, his lips slick as he glanced down at the quivering form of Ophelia.
What the fuck! His thoughts spun in disbelief.
He’d never cranked the sinful touch to its absolute peak before, and had never tested the shattering ceiling of its potency on anyone. Each time he had used it on Mira, Aria, or Beatrice, it had always been with restraint, and it was barely a fraction of its full strength.
And since he assumed that this pair was unreasonably powerful, nothing but the best would be able to satisfy them. He had been right to some extent. The stronger a person was, so would their restraint and self-control would be.
But he had clearly underestimated the potency of a divine skill. And what if he knew that the full extent of such a skill was mostly reliant on the user’s own strength? How would he react?
This meant that the stronger he got, the greater the potency of his divine skills would become. So this meant he was only making use of barely a percent of the skill’s full potential.
Unbeknownst to him, Ophelia’s formidable strength had barely held her conscious; If she had been only a little bit weaker, she’d have blacked out on the spot, lost to the overwhelming bliss.
Esmeralda panted against his shoulder, her petite body still pressed close, her pink pussy dripping steadily onto his leg as residual tremors made her grind against him unconsciously, her full breasts rising and falling with labored breaths.
Her eyes were glazed with lingering haze, lips parted as she licked them, tasting him still. Ophelia, sprawled on the floor, let out a weak, shuddering gasp, one hand weakly clutching at her thigh as another faint squirt escaped her pussy, adding to the wet mess spreading outward.
The air hung thick with the scent of their fluids, mingling with the aroma of lavender.
Elion’s pulse thundered in his ears, feeling very proud of himself for some reason. These women weren’t fragile playthings; they’d ensnared him first, yet here they were, broken beneath the mercy of his power.
He flexed his fingers, which were still wet and tingling from the contact, and he looked back slightly, his gaze flicking between Esmeralda’s flushed form and Ophelia’s spent one.
Esmeralda’s body quivered against Elion’s side, her full breasts pressing into his arm with each ragged breath.
Her pussy still leaked steadily, the slick heat smearing across his thigh as she clung to him, legs weak and parted just enough for another trickle to escape, dripping onto the already marred floor.
Ophelia, slumped on the cool marble, shuddered through the aftershocks, her enormous ass cheeks spread wide from her collapsed position, pussy lips swollen and gaping slightly, another faint spurt of her juices bubbling out to join the expanding puddle beneath her.
Her massive tits heaved with labored pants, one hand instinctively cupping a breast as if to steady the overwhelming sensitivity rippling through her flesh.
What a sight.
Esme? The word echoed softly in Esmeralda’s thoughts, pulling her from the haze of pleasure.
Yes, Mother? Esmeralda replied mentally, her physical lips curving into a sly smile even as her body trembled, her hips twitched involuntarily against Elion’s leg, grinding her clit for fleeting sparks of relief.
Did you feel it too? Ophelia’s inner voice carried a mix of awe and urgency, her eyes fluttering half-open to steal a glance at Elion’s imposing form above them.
Yes, Esmeralda affirmed, a mental nod accompanying the thought.
Then, there is no doubt in my mind that he is the one. We don’t need to hold back anymore.
Esme’s chuckle bubbled up in Ophelia’s mind, light and teasing, mirroring the soft laugh that escaped her lips aloud, drawing Elion’s gaze downward.
As if you had any doubts just now, Esmeralda chided playfully. If you weren’t sure, you wouldn’t have brought him here, or even let him see you naked, let alone letting him touch you. Look at how much you came—the floor is soaked. What must our new Lord think of you? Hmmm?
Ophelia fell silent in their shared mental space, no retort forming as another wave of post-orgasmic bliss washed over her, making her thighs clench and release.
Instead, she let out a low, throaty chuckle that vibrated through her chest, her body arching slightly off the floor as she pushed herself up onto her elbows.
The movement made her huge breasts sway heavily, nipples erect and begging for attention, while her ass jiggled with the effort, the soaked skin glistening under the chandelier light.
She met Esmeralda’s eyes across the short distance, a spark of shared mischief passing between them—mother and daughter, united in their love and reverence for this man who had so effortlessly dismantled their composure.